A rubber frog now rests tentatively on the probably permanent site of a hall cabinet near the front door. The mirror sits unhung behind it. We're thinking slowly of arraangements. The frog held forth for years outside in a birdbath, withstanding all the ultra-violet rays the sun could throw at it. It did not lose its fixed smile.The Enlightened One rests atop a step ladder that we're pretty sure will remain in the dining area. A candle will be placed in his folded hands, a small candle, nondescript, the light being the thing.
Across the Five Points sit some roof ventilators, directed by the wind to face downwind. They resemble metal maidens. They turn, swivel, as the wind blows so as not to admit downdrafts.
